Sir Guinfred sat on Fenya's
Throne.
His Wisdom has been broadly known.
But Fenia was starving bad,
Because they nought to eaten had,
Since hundred Years
Wept thousand Tears.In
former Times the Ships had lain
In Harbour, where they brought the Grain,
But Count Od'sjuky the Insane
Had closed the Harbour, left the Reign,
Since hundred Years
Threw thousand Fears.
Sir Guinfred reigned on Fenya's Lands,
With all his Neigbours had made Friends.
They offered Food, but wanted Pay.
Sir Guinfred had no more to say.
Despite all Pain
Asked Tax - in Vain.
His Wisdom was on hard a Probe,
Sent E-Mails all around the Globe,
Was going through the Mid of Hell.
At last he must his Duchy sell,
Was full of Pain,
His Honour slain.
The high and mighty Emperor
Natest was his Friend to the Core.
Sir Guinfred's Honour was restored,
When Natest gave him what he bought:
The last Remain
Of vast a Reign.
The foll'wing eston Emperor,
He wanted Fenia no more.
When finally Duke Guinfred died,
He gave away the Land so wide.
Dascunya's Peers
Dispelled the Fears.
But Noblemen and People grieved,
They who in Fenya had believed,
And who in Future will be born,
He only stays alive to mourn,
For thousand Years
Weep Millions Tears.
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